Pocket of Love

There is a pocket of love in the air above an open flower. It reaches out with invisible fingers and draws us in. The kiss is so soft, so tender it is experienced only as the heady scent of its breath.

When I’m in the garden, it’s the colour and shape of a flower what first attracts me to it…the way they dance in the breeze or sometimes even just wave to me. And like your words suggest, when I bring my face close, I find that pocket of love and it makes me feel alive and happy. I loved reading this image. Great work, Elsa!